Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Twenty-Nine ↠

Episode Eighteen

A squad car drove me home, which was rather strange, but not awkward. The Sargent and her partner informed me that they were just there to sit outside my flat, and that another officer would arrive within the hour to sit inside with me. By the time I had walked upstairs I was tired, more mentally than anything else, but I still had a few more things to take care of.

I called Erin first, and she picked up on the third ring. "Burning the midnight oil Miss Reagan?"

"I think you know me well enough to call me Erin," she laughed dryly, "And yes, I suppose I am. Congrats on the arrest Jett."

"Thank you Erin," I opened the fridge as I continued speaking, "I'm sorry for calling so late, but I needed to ask about the case, where you able to get a summons for the jury?"

I could hear the click of something, like she set an object heard on her desktop. "I was. The Grand Jury is convening on Friday for an indictment. You'll need to be there."

"I will be, thank you Erin. For doing all of this." She replied the same, before I hung up. My fridge was disappointingly empty, I slammed it shut, dialing another number as I left my kitchen for my bedroom. "Sid? I have a favor to ask."

"What is it Howards?" He sounded frustrated, but not with me.

"I need you to put someone on ADA Reagan, and if Danny doesn't already have anyone on him someone with him too." I grabbed sweatpants and a woolie from my closet, before adding, "Please."

Gormley sighed, "Danny has already asked for a detail on him and his wife and kids. I'll send an officer over to ADA Reagan's apart-"

"She's at her office still." I interrupted, pausing briefly to pull on my woolie.

"Alright Howards, I'll send someone over to the DA's office. Get some sleep." He hangs up the phone, and two seconds later I toss it on my bed. My gun was tucked into my holster still, and I removed both the holster and gun from my waistband and set it on the edge of the bed. I pulled my sweatpants on, before taking a moment to clip the holster on my waistband and check the bullets in my gun.

A knock came to the door, and I held off in putting my gun into my holster for a moment. Holding it in my hand and approaching my front door. I leaned my head against it, peeping through the little glass hole, before breaking into a smile and unlocking the latch on the door. I swung it open, smiling brightly at Jameson as he stood there, bag in hand.

"Please tell me you're the officer in charge of sitting with me." I opened the door all the way, allowing Jameson into the flat.

He pecked me on the lips as he walked passed, setting his bag on the kitchen counter, I locked the door to my flat, deadlocking it as well. When Jameson turned back towards me, and his eyes flit to the gun in my hand. I looked down, muttering as I tucked it into the holster in my waistband. He smiled after I did, walking forward and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I put my arms around his waist, pulling him close and kissing him firmly on his lips.

I got an odd feeling suddenly, my eyes turning to the few windows along the wall of my flat. I pulled back from Jameson, moving to the windows and dragging the curtains in front of them. Blocking any view from the outside. I stopped at the third, looking down towards the street. The patrol car was in my line of sight, and I nodded to the officers sitting in the front as I made eye contact with them. My eyes flit across the sidewalk, and suddenly I see the source of the odd feeling.

A large man stands just inside the opening in the park, and when he sees that I see him he suddenly starts walking away. But I had a very strong feeling that I would see him again. A hand reached around me, closing the curtains for me, and when I turn Jameson was standing there. His head tipped slightly to the side, and a curious look in his eyes.

"What is it?" Jameson asked, a hand reaching up to brush my cheek. I smiled, grabbing the hand and bringing it to my lips. I kissed it lightly before speaking.

"An odd feeling my love, and nothing more." I lowered his hand in mine, pressing it to my chest and wrapping the other around his waist. I kiss him again, and he appears to melt into the kiss, becoming heavy in my arms. I pull back slightly, "Right, as much as I'd love to continue kissing you my love, I do need to find something to eat, or I think I might starve."

He huffed, pulling away, "I thought of that." He walks towards his bag on the table and pulls out a plastic bag, "Our favorite."

I smile, walking past him to the cupboard to grab a few plates. He dishes it out, and I smile at him as I take a seat, eating a few bites of the food, before pausing. I grab Jameson's hand, pulling him towards me and kissing him firmly once again.

"Jameson Reagan," I mutter once I pull back. "I rather think I'm starting to love you."